As Another Dark Age Descends

Who would come now, knocking, lighting
The darkness that hangs on the planet or
Only me? A nun? She's not, though surely
She knows she encounters a monk. She
Pounds on the door of a monastery, tucked
Away, and, with her words, and with her
Pale and lovely face, she forces open
Shuttered windows, wakes a mind which
Fell into such dreadful dreams within an
Epoch without light, a time when even she
Has had to see her species in decay,
Its pretty plans, its temples and its plazas
Shattered, in their places roving mobs
Of savages who neither think nor speak.
I bring her water, grab her hand. The
Darkness holds this planet and the two
Of us, not only me, but here, where no
One sees, a room is bright.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-05-05 at 14:34

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